The Never Ending Job of Motherhood

Yesterday while talking to my husband I mentioned that I really needed to do laundry on Sunday.

"Really, I just did all the laundry." he said with a smug look on his face.

"When did you do all the laundry?" I questioned.

"Last Saturday." he said.

And there ladies is where the problem begins. For some reason men just can't seem to grasp their our job is perpetual and never ending.

I explained to my husband that there are four people living in our house and laundry hadn't been done in six days. That is at the very least 24 outfits if you don't include the two outfit a day changes Pimp Daddy M (Michael) makes. Add to that every ones sheets and towels and you have at least two more loads. As if that wasn't enough I factored in that our dog got sprayed by a skunk this week and required several baths and all his bedding had to be laundered.

While I applauded the fact that he had done laundry while I was out of town, I was trying to help him grasp that he had not ended our laundry struggle single handily.

I have spent the better part of 20 years trying to explain my role as a part time stay at home mom to my husband. The best way I have found to explain it (all though apparently it didn't sink in) was this:

Imagine that every day you go to work. Your boss ask you to write a very boring and extensive memo. You slave over the process all day. The next day you go in and find he has shredded the memo, thrown it away and he ask you to write the same memo again today. He doesn't thank you or make a fuss about it. The assignment is just there waiting for you every morning.

You don't get paid, acknowledged or applauded. In fact he acts as if God put you on this earth to write this memo.

When you complain he tells you that your job will be evaluated and your success or failure will be determined in eighteen years, if you are lucky.

This is the best explanation I have for the the daily life of a stay at home mom. There are always dishes to be done, laundry to be folded, dusting , vacuuming, overflowing toilets and the list goes on and on.

Don't get me wrong I love being with my kids. I just wish I had Alice from the Brady Bunch to do all the everyday tasks so we could just hang out and have fun.

As I finish my laundry for the evening, I know that in the rooms down the hall there are towels on the floor and pajamas being worn that will be tossed aside in the morning to make way for fresh laundered ones tomorrow night.

Maybe I will come up with a new good night request, DON'T SLEEP TIGHT, SLEEP NAKED!